if ur LIT on this saturday night then this is the place 4 u!
comment in the comments and that will be the lobby for da club.
just meet new users who are also LIT AF HEN HUNS!
CLUB GAGED is OPEN *cuts blackwidow's crooked cock to commemorate this*
The COOK doesnt Make the Burger, The Boy who ORDERS the BUrger (the Burger BOy) doth USES the Cook as a Tool for Whomst the BUrger is a Product of his Being Therein. Whence the One whom IS placed the ORDER for the Burger Therein he Therefore Create the BUrger insofar as he Is the ONE who IS the one by WHomst the BURGER was ORdered and Therefore for WHOmost the Burger ist dost made. Thus, the Cook Doesnt Make the BURGER, THe Burger BOy maks it
You people are the most contradictory, immature, disease infected sons of bitches I've never met in my entire life. I would never do anything to help any of you. If you were dying of thirst I would spit in your mouth and bitch-slap you. If you needed a ride, I'd hit you with my car, back up and do it again. If you needed directions, I'd send you straight to hell. If you were held hostage, I would call in SEAL Team Six, fast rope from a Blackhawk just to tell you "no, i dont know that feel bro," then get back into the chopper and go home to sleep soundly to the thoughts of your beheading and subsequent video posting on liveleak. If you were fighting a thousand Agent Smiths, I'd get some popcorn and enjoy your beatdown. If you had a headache, I'd carve our your eyeballs with a rusty spoon and then skullfuck you while singing you the cupcake song.
I hope I've given you all an idea as to how many fucks I give about you.
